“What?”
“See this?” Cat points to the back of a photo. There are a series of numbers and letters right next to the logo of a drugstore chain. “This tells us these pictures were printed at the photo department of the drugstore. I used to do this when I was in the Army. I’d take a bunch of photos with a digital camera, upload them to the website or email them in, and the pictures could be picked up anywhere there was a retail outlet.”
“When you were in the Army?” I fold my cheaters and slip them back into my pocket. “I doubt they had a D.C. Drugs in Kandahar.”
Cat frowns. “How’d you know I was in Kandahar?”
My pulse spikes. Motherfucker. “Your file mentioned Afghanistan. You were in the Army. I put two and two together.”
She regards me for another few seconds, then nods. “Anyway, I didn’t email the pictures in for me to pick up, but my sister.”
“Ah,” I stand and offer my hand. “We best get going then. Seems like there are a few clues toexpose.”
“Hardee har-har,” Cat takes my hand and puts herself to standing beside me and bringing a whiff of her scent with her.
I step away from her. “I’d hate to benegativeabout the whole thing.”
She rolls her eyes and walks out of the room.
My cock twitches in her direction.
We need to solve this fucking case as soon as possible. I don’t think I can take the blue balls anymore.
Chapter 22
“His stupid sexy face knows stupid sexy things.”
-Cat
I think my ovaries are turning blue. Is that a thing? You know, where you’re sexually frustrated to the point that you have too much blood in your lady parts and no release?
Blue ovaries.
Like blue balls.
Ryker the Biker is hot as sin. But Ryker, the Investigator, gets my Coochie Mama all aflutter. Add in that tailored badass suit, and we’re goners.
I can’t even conjure up a memory of his lady friend Evelyn to stop my raging hormones today. It’s getting ridiculous.
I don’t even like the guy.
Much.
Damn it.
Lies. Lies. Damn lies.
I like an awful lot about him, even how he moved in on my face last night, intending to lay one helluva kiss on me. Too bad my teeth got in the way.
I absentmindedly rub my lips as I think about how close we came to ripping each other’s clothes off.
It’s been months since I had any action in The Central Coochie System. I have a long-term birth control option installed inside the system. But, I also travel with condoms. Because you just never know.
When we threw out my toiletry kit, that meant my Marvin Gaye condoms disappeared, too.
Marvin Gaye condoms - you know,let’s get it on.
You’ll never look at a condom without thinking of that song ever again.
